Shen Jiao's singing really got the tyrant excited. He stopped fiddling with the pillars and tearing down the house, and simply sat down and pulled her into his arms to listen to her sing, adopting a posture of "Since you love singing love songs so much, then I'll reluctantly listen to my fill."

Yes, as she recited the lyrics, she couldn't help but sing them out again, feeling quite ashamed.

Seeing that Li Wanglai, that sycophant, had somehow cut two pieces of rag and started performing a two-person folk dance, Xi Su and Xining thought that even a sycophant was putting on a show, so how could they remain indifferent? Remaining indifferent would be disrespectful to the girls!

So, he immediately pulled out his handkerchief, revealing his official eight teeth, and joined Li Wanglai's team.

The two girls were a little reserved at first, but they eventually let loose and became even more stylish than the aunties downstairs who stayed up until 11:30 pm with their speakers still playing.

Shen Jiao: "..." Damn, we just meant she forgot her lines. There's no need to force her to be polite; she doesn't need it at all. Thank you, everyone! She really doesn't need to dance anymore!

With the audience and backup dancers ready, she danced with such passion and rapt attention even without accompaniment, pushing this "Queen of Forgetting Lyrics" into the spotlight.

Honestly, she sometimes admires people who can flatter without batting an eye, but could you please promise her that flattery is fine, but please don't rub it in?

Shen Jiao wished she could put Li Wanglai in a sack and drag him to the toilet for a brief chat about life ideals.

Li Wanglai, sweating profusely from jumping around, wondered: Is Chief Steward Wang Fu up to something about him? Why is it that even though he's trying so hard to flatter His Majesty, not only does His Majesty look grim, but even the seemingly mild-mannered young lady seems to be showing signs of anger?

But he felt that Manager Wang Fu was not the kind of heartless boss who would send him all the way to his death, after all, the travel expenses were really expensive.

Li Wanglai couldn't understand it, so he secretly glanced at Shen Jiao.

Shen Jiao nestled in Ji Yan's arms, not daring to utter a sound, and could only frantically signal to him with her eyes: Stop! Stop right now!

What?

Jump?

Jump harder? Jump harder for me? Li Wanglai suddenly realized, oh, I see, so they think he hasn't flattered them enough, got it.

Thinking he had received instructions, Li Wanglai danced even more energetically. Seeing the sycophant working so hard, Xi Su and Xining were not to be outdone and, engrossed in the performance, wanted to compete with him.

Shen Jiao: "???" She suspected she was being framed, and that she was the witness, but there was nothing she could do.

The tyrant can be incredibly stubborn at times. Once he's made up his mind, not even three oxen or ten excavators could pull him back. For example, if he wants to hear Shen Jiao sing, he'll sing even if he can't, even if he's off-key. Whether it sounds good or not doesn't matter; what matters is that the process is done properly.

The problem is that the five-year-old kid next door only sings the beginning from morning till night. She has only learned the first line because of her constant exposure to it. But the die is cast, and she has no choice but to follow through.

Enough, Shen Jiao decided to lie down and become a numb, indifferent salted fish, earnestly humming the same lyric.

Just as she was about to repeat it for the eighth time, Ji Yan suddenly lifted her chin, her eyes showing displeasure, "You're not taking this seriously."

Not serious? If she wasn't serious, how could she sing it eight times?

She'd never studied this hard for her college entrance exams, brother! Shen Jiao explained, "Your Majesty, this song really only has one line. If I were lying to you, Liang Heng wouldn't be able to pick up any girls. The point of this song isn't the length of the lyrics, but the content of them."

Ji Yan lowered her eyes and watched her weave.

Shen Jiao: Can you please stop looking at me? I'm not very thick-skinned, and if you keep looking at me like that, I'll have trouble making up a story.

The two stared at each other for ten seconds. Seeing that the tyrant had no intention of looking away, she couldn't stand it anymore. She looked at the shattered table next to her and said in a deliberately soft voice, "Your Majesty, thank you for warming my four seasons."

Wow, tell me, who could resist when such a stunning beauty utters that shy and coquettish voice? If she were a man, he'd hug her and kiss her a hundred times right there and then!

As a result, the tyrant, who was typically sexually indifferent, simply asked in bewilderment, "Are your only four seasons spring and summer?"

Shen Jiao: "Of course not, there's also autumn and winter."

Ji Yan: "But we've only known each other for two seasons, how could we have four seasons? There are four seasons in a year: spring, summer, autumn, and winter. This is common knowledge that even a three-year-old knows."

The tyrant was showing her concern with a look that seemed to say, "How many pigs are in your brain?"

Shen Jiao: "..." Damn it, I'm so angry! Ji Shi straight man, please take a beating from her pretty fists!

...

When Liang Heng came up, he saw that the tables and chairs were broken and rotten. Apart from Ji Yan and Shen Jiao, who seemed to be in a leisurely mood, Li Wanglai, Xi Su and Xi Ning were exhausted and collapsed on the ground, their eyes rolling back like dead fish. It gave him the illusion that an earthquake had occurred only in this private room.

He wanted to ask what had happened to Sister Shen, but Shen Jiao shook her head in advance. "Don't ask. The answer is that she sang one line of lyrics a hundred times, and her throat is almost burning."

Liang Heng had no choice but to get down to business: "Your Majesty, it's already this late, aren't we going to the stadium to watch the game?"

The main reason was that all his pretty girls were busy grabbing seats with excellent views, and they all left, not one of them. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been willing to come up.

He also wanted to get to the spot as soon as possible. What's so interesting about fighting? Ideally, he could occupy the four cardinal directions while his sister stayed in the center. That would be perfect.

Ji Yan ignored Liang Heng, but instead ruffled Shen Jiao's hair and asked her, "The first match today is usually just a bunch of noobs from the 80s or 90s fighting each other. Do you want to watch it?"

Shen Jiao thought to herself, "Luckily, my hair is starting to grow back recently, otherwise I would have been bald sooner or later. Actually, being bald isn't a big deal, but it would look really weird if only the top of my head was bald."

I wouldn't say she's anything special among Mediterranean beauties.

She glanced at the bright sun outside the window and estimated the ground temperature to be at least forty degrees Celsius. She figured a little oil and an egg would be enough to make a dish, so without thinking, she refused, "I don't want to go."

Although she applied sunscreen, the advertisement for "Little Miracle Doctor" sounded incredibly unreliable, with its ridiculous claims about its mother opening doors for ridiculous reasons. She preferred to be a fair-skinned and delicate beauty.

Shen Jiao thought the tyrant was going to use his power to intimidate her, but unexpectedly, Ji Yan suddenly praised her, "Not bad, not bad, you have ambition."

Something seemed amiss. Shen Jiao's right eye twitched, a vague sense of foreboding creeping over her. She quickly changed her mind, "Your Majesty, I'm thinking of going again. I'm not very capable, but I love watching chickens fight each other. It's so cute."

Liang Heng: "..." Cute? Is it possible that what we call cute is actually a group of burly men over 1.8 meters tall?

"It's too late." Ignoring everyone else, the tyrant carried her out of the window and flew straight towards the mountaintop, his voice brimming with excitement. "Since you don't want to go, then I'll take you to fight the Azure Sword Saint."

Shen Jiao: No, no, no, I think! Isn't it enough that I apologize for my rudeness just now?

The tyrant's lightness skill was excellent; in the blink of an eye, he was ten meters away.

If it were the first time Ji Yan had carried her around, she might have been so scared that her soul would have chased after her. But she was no longer the naive newbie she once was; she was now a seasoned veteran.